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9.22.2007 ||> Happy Birthday!
On my birthday, it is a tradition for me to wear some sort of headgear. Usually, it is a tiara. I bought my last birthday tiara a couple of years ago at the Renaissance Festival, and wore it last year, despite the fact that my boyfriend and coworkers thought it was stupid. In fact, this year, they tried to cut me off at the pass by saying that they were afraid people will mock me. Which is pretty stupid when I think of all the names people have called me to my face and behind my back in my 28 years, "bitch" being the most prominent.
If I wear a crown on my special day to hearken back to childhood or whatnot, so what? The woman sitting in the cubicle on my right wears a belt buckle that says ELVIS in bright sequins, and I think she's fabulous. Why shouldn't I be allowed excess one day a year?
So screw 'em! Except that after all the fighting about it, I forgot the damn thing anyway until I was at work. Rather than lose a parking spot, I resigned myself to tiara-less obscurity this time. But... watch out, 2008!
After I got home, Snuggles had prepared me a birthday table with presents and cards that he had been filching from the mailbox before I got home. It was gorgeous, with two kinds of torts and the presents all wrapped in different colors. The balloons led me in to the entire display. Obviously, the man put a ton of thought into it and it was greatly appreciated.
As for the loot: I got some kitchen appliances that I wanted, a book and a journal with some barbecue sauce as a joke. I loved the cards, and put them up on the bookshelves, with the cards made by the neices on the fridge.
I'm not sure about this steady march towards 30 just yet, but if this birthday is any sign, then I am sure I will like it.
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